"You have a boss?"
Chen Chong looked confused.
"Boss Yuan. Yuan Jinhua."
Seeing that Chen Chong still looked puzzled, He Xin snorted.
"You don't even know the longest-serving Special Grade Fighter in West Court?"
Chen Chong finally understood. So he was one of the three Special Grade Fighters.
He really had spent too little time at Thunder Dragon. There was a lot he didn't know.
He Xin saw as much and spoke bluntly.
"You've fought... two matches at the bar, so you know that we fighters make a living by putting our lives on the line for entertainment. It looks like we earn a lot, but you never know when someone will arrange for you to get yourself killed. Boss Yuan felt we were too weak, so he wanted to unite us Contracted Fighters. Many hands make light work, and whether we're dealing with others or the company, we'd have more say."
A union in its earliest form?
Chen Chong was surprised. Would Zhou Hu or Long Zhibin allow something like this to exist inside Thunder Dragon?
A thought crossed his mind, and he asked, "There's more than one boss in West Court?"
He Xin's expression darkened.
"There's another Special Grade Fighter who's gathered a few people around him, but his side has a lot of rules. You have to pay a cut of your earnings and take on assignments. It's basically like working for the company. You'd better stay away."
"What about your side? If I join, what do I have to do?"
"Nothing. We just coordinate everyone's schedules. The others will help you plan your matches and decide which ones to win or lose. Sometimes winning isn't necessarily a good thing. You get it."
He Xin said it casually.
So that was what they were about.
Chen Chong